onepieceyaoi100 | a little late and a lot sub-par

Title: Charts and Maps
Pairing: Kohza/ponytail guy
Rating: G
Words: 289

I think the ponytail guy may have been given a name at some point but I don't know what it is, if he was. n_n;; I miss my Kohza angst icon ;_;

There was a sigh from the front of the tent -- the man with his back to the flap didn't move, hands tightly folded for his chin to rest upon. That presence was only too familiar, he didn't have to turn around. Even as the flap slapped shut, he remained focused on the map staring up at him, at his country stretching out before him.

"Kohza..."

The barest sound was lost between his fingers as his comrade approached. A second lamp's light danced on the bare, fluttering tent walls. Fell across his map in gentle orange glow. He must have been asleep -- Kohza could hear him pulling his long hair back.

"Kohza! What are you doing? It's the middle of the night."

"Thinking."

The map laughed at him. The wrinkled parchment a mockery of the beautiful, sprawling country he loved so. Ink rivers and carefully drawn dunes and a plan, a strategy hidden somewhere, behind the palms of an oasis or the point of the compass rose.

His comrade sighed again, somewhere behind him. He heard the digging through one of the crates stacked in the corner.

"Mm?" Another bare sound, words needless, only an interruption to whatever divine inspiration he hoped to find buried beneath those sprawling painted sand plains.

"Making coffee," came the answer and his friend crossed in front of the rickety table. Kohza's eyes lifted then to follow him, never moving, as he struck a match, scratched sleepily at his chest beneath his tank top and stifled a yawn as the flame caught, adding a new glow to the tent. The leader's eyes turned back to the map, from his country to the future.

It was nice, sometimes, to be reminded what he was fighting for.